RIN ITOSHI E SEX RIN ITOSHI E SEX
“y’don’t think this is stupid?” he gulped, the mic barely picking up his quiet voice.
you giggled on the other side of the screen. “c’mon rin, just get naked for me.”
rin huffed, chewing his inner cheek. his pale features were flushed. the pink pigment across his face was saturated even more because of the tepid camera quality.
“tsk. . .” he scoffed, beginning to take his shirt off.











